"lullably" poems
Away from the chaos
I lit my cigarette and puff the smoke hard gruelling to recall your Potriat
that every bone is colliding in agony
turning into ashes
But I am unable to see your silhouette
I am piercing my innerself for you in this gloomy night,
but i am diving in the uncanny gallery
The pain is foreshadowing of the woeful
future
But now i am immobile
Grieving the lullably from the distant window
Hoping now i will shed tears
But emotions and heart are not synchronizing any longer
Even oasis can be a myth from near
But you are the essence precedes existence
Now I prefer evil over good
Evil has become my ally giving me morphine love
"You are no longer my addiction
My writing doesnt belong to you anymore".
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
Away from the chaos
I lit my cigarette and puff the smoke hard gruelling to recall your Potriat
that every bone is colliding in agony
turning into ashes
But I am unable to see your silhouette
I am piercing my innerself for you in this gloomy night,
but i am diving in the uncanny gallery
The pain is foreshadowing of the woeful
future
But now i am immobile
Grieving the lullably from the distant window
Hoping now i will shed tears
But emotions and heart are not synchronizing any longer
Even oasis can be a myth from near
But you are the essence precedes existence
Now I prefer evil over good
Evil has become my ally giving me morphine love
"You are no longer my addiction
My writing doesnt belong to you anymore".
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
let alone the free
set astray the free
everything that she was ever meant to be
has been thrown away into the water
streaming down slowly
down her
her back
a lullably of all those times when the world ate us
alive
it ate us
alive
and I dived into you broken shores
full of broken sea shells
and empty bottles of whiskey
opened by the pirates of your unstoppable heart
hungover by the bench
your stenched cling to salt and me
yes
i remember
i remember
when i woke up next to you
and your eyes
they smelt like me
and your fingers touched like mine
you were exceptional
you were you were
more than phenomenal
breathe down everything i ever gave to you
with rusty canvas and charcoal beaten down
love spells
stuttering memories flood me
running running
breaking
I could wake up face
facing
the floor
while reading the last note you wrote for me left behind the closed door
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:59 PM UTC
if only
the walls
were thicker
and then
i wouldn't
be able
to hear
my parents
fighting
if only
the walls
were thicker
so when
i'm talking
to my
bestfriends
over the phone,
they won't
ask what's
going on
if only
the walls
were thicker
and then
i wouldn't
have to tell
them it's
nothing
if only the
walls were
thicker
and then i'd
be able
to lie down
on my bed
not thinking
about what's
going on but
focusing on
myself
and my studies
if only
the walls
were thicker
so i could
sleep at
night
without
having to
hear them
all the time
if only the
walls were
thicker
so i could
close my
eyes,
even for
a second
if only
it were true
that everything
was fine
but now
i'm
listening to
their arguments
as a lullaby to
fall asleep
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC